Zhuo Jian was a little overwhelmed by his sudden and exciting question.
"I've never done that to other women!"
Seeing that she was finally no longer so condescending, Fu Yanye continued talking.
"That's because you don't dare, right? You're afraid of hurting her, you..."
Zhuo Jian wanted to remind him, but his mouth was blocked instantly.
Fu Yanye kissed her hard, and after letting go, he declared: "I really hate your mouth."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's mouth hurt from his kiss. He said he hated it?
And if you hate it, why are you kissing me?
Zhuo Jian put both hands on his heart and pushed him hard. But in the next second, his wrist was firmly grasped by him and pulled behind him, turning into a hugging position.
Fu Yanye held her hand with one hand and hooked her neck with the other to make her accept his strong kiss.
There was a knock on the door, and the old butler's voice came from outside and said: "Master, you left your mobile phone outside. There is a call."
Zhuo Jian's lips hurt from being bitten by him, and she couldn't help but hum, but she quickly held it back.
She didn't want people to misunderstand that they were inseparable.
The result just satisfied his desire to continue kissing her, sucking her lips and caressing her.
His cell phone was still ringing outside, but no one outside dared to call him again.
"I have never kissed her like this, not even once!"
He stopped again, his breath trembling.
"Then you are not qualified to kiss me like this!"
Zhuo Jian's voice was a little trembling.
"If I don't have the qualifications, who does? Li Yuqing?"
"He has more than you!"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and said ruthlessly.
Fu Yanye paused for a few seconds, then silently let go of her, warning her almost bitterly: "Don't tell me that you have true feelings for him, I tell you, I won't allow it!"
"I don't need your permission!"
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned around and left. When she reached the door, she turned to look at him again: "Don't ever suddenly appear in front of me again. I hate you now!"
She felt that the two people were entangled too much these days.
She didn't want to fall in love with him like a fool anymore.
At the age of twenty-three, after experiencing the death of her loved ones, she wanted to live soberly.
——
Zhuo Jian didn't see Fu Yanye again for a week, but the news that Fu Yanye brought Ru Xiang home from the hospital spread to the world.
Fu Yanye ignored the news and was bored at night, so he called Su Bai: "Find a few people and have a drink together!"
That night, Su Bai organized a party to drink with him. Since they all grew up together, there were no taboos in talking. During the dinner, someone asked him: "Brother, when are you going to marry Sister Ruxiang? How about the rest of us?"
You will be the best man."
Fu Yanye raised his dark eyes and said lightly: "Don't worry, you will have a chance!"
Yan Zheng and Su Bai sat next to him and looked at each other. Su Bai reminded in a low voice: "You haven't divorced me yet, how can you marry Ruxiang?"
Fu Yanye turned to look at him, his eyes like arrows: "Who said he can't be the best man if he doesn't leave them?"
Su Bai: "..."
"You don't want to say that you want to hold a wedding with sister Jian, right?"
Yan Zheng asked the doubts in his heart very seriously.
Fu Yanye snorted coldly: "You are so rare!"
Ever since she said she hated him the last time they met, he has been resenting her.
Su Bai and Yan Zheng didn't know what happened to their couple, but they felt that Fu Yanye's words had always been weird recently.
The younger brothers sitting below didn't know what was going on, so they just asked: "When was that? I heard that Sister Ruxiang's health has improved. Brother, this must be all your fault."